Transfer Student//Drarry

5:I love you

Bruh. I made the cover. I've been writing this story for a week. And the cover is made!!!!!

This was the original version

But it wouldn't fit in the cover thing. Soooooo I had to make another one.

As you already know, this is the new(and official) one

I like the first one better, but what can ya do.

Oh, and it's been a few months since I wrote the other parts and I just made dis cover

So yeh

Aaanywaaay, the story is gonna start soon.

Just a few more scrolls

Almost there

Oops! Almost forgot. I've sorta got this routine going in theh story. So they stare at breakfast, then they go to potions and do whatever the hell they do, then they have weird stuff in there lives.

You made it!
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Harry couldn't take it anymore. Everyday for the past week Draco had said, Je t'aime, to him. Harry loved the way he said it. He would get all shy, his face would flush, he would look down at his shoes and say it in a barely audible voice. But Harry had no idea what it meant. Why does he have to be so cute? Harry thought. If Harry didn't think Draco was absolutely beautiful, (which he totally did), he would've probably already punched him in the nose and demanded to tell him what it meant. But Harry wouldn't. It's not that he wouldn't , he couldn't. Even if Harry was so absolutely pissed. He wouldn't hurt Draco. Because Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, was in love with Draco Malfoy, the rich French transfer student.
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Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, in his usual spot. The spot he could see Draco from. Harry looked up, and Draco was staring at him. His eyes were filled with something. It wasn't hate, it wasn't happiness, not excitement, definitely not sadness. It took a few moments to realize that Draco was staring at him, with a look of complete and utter love. Harry's eyebrows went to his forehead. Draco flushed and looked down. Harry smiled to himself. Did Draco love him? He asked himself. When Draco kept trying to sneak glances at Harry, but looked down when he realized Harry was still looking at him, he decided his answer. Yes. Draco loved Harry. It was quite obvious, now that he thought about. Holy crap! He asked me on a date. Harry thought. I mean, technically Draco never said it was a date. But it sure as hell felt like one. All those times he brushed shoulders, or kept eye contact a little longer then usual. When he clung to Harry, or defended him. All those times had been because Draco loved him. But, were those things that really close friends did? I mean, other than basically staying around Harry all the time, Draco hadn't really shown any signs that he loved him. Harry pushed all his hopes to the back of his head, and convinced himself that Draco only liked Harry as a friend. Harry broke his own heart, without even knowing if what he thought was true.
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Draco was walking to potions, trying to forget breakfast. It had really looked like Harry was doubting his feeling for Draco. If he even has any. Draco told himself, he didn't want to get his hopes up. The blond walked through the door, two minutes early, as usual. Luckily, last time everyone had finished there amortentia. So today would just be a testing of if they worked it not. Since Harry and Draco's potion had already proven to be right, they wouldn't have to do anything. So they could literally just talk. And that was what they did. "Hey." Harry said as he dropped his stuff on the desk. "Could you do that any louder?" Draco asked, sarcastically. Harry just rolled his eyes and sat down. "Draco?" Harry said, surprisingly gently. Draco looked up. "Y-yeah?" Draco asked, cursing himself for stuttering. Harry smiled at Draco's hesitation. "I was wondering," Harry started. "And, I know you probably won't tell me, but, um, what does Je t'aime mean?" Harry asked, while nervously biting his lip. Draco immediately blushed and looked down. "Is there any place we could meet in  private?" Draco asked, eyes glued to his desk. "The Room of Requirements." Harry replied. Draco looked up, and raised an eyebrow. "It's a place-hard to explain. Just be at the seventh floor at 8:00." Harry said.
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8:00 rolled around, and Draco was nervous. He was about to tell Harry he loved him. And there was all this build up, Harry was probably going to be upset. He might think that Draco's a worthless fag, or he would have been expecting more. Somehow, Draco found his way to the seventh floor, where Harry was waiting. "This doesn't seem very private." Draco said, eyeing there surroundings. "Well, there's this room-one second." Harry said, rather awkwardly. Harry paced three times down an empty hall, and out of nowhere, a door appeared. "Wow." Draco breathed. "Hogwarts is amazing." Harry smiled and nodded. He hesitated before opening the door. The room wasn't filled with much. There was a small couch, a chair, tables and candles, nothing you wouldn't see in a basic sitting room. After a little bit of getting situated. Draco broke the silence. "You wanted to know what Je t'aime means, right?" He asked, trying to stall. "What? Oh, yeah." Harry replied, while slowly zoning out. "It's not easy to say." Draco said, glad that Harry's full attention was not in him. Draco took in a breath. "I love you." Draco said. Harry's head snapped up. "What?" He asked. Draco sighed. "I love you, Harry." Draco said, avoiding eye contact with Harry. "Look at me." Harry said, a sudden tone of commandement. "What?" Draco said, turning his head. Harry's face fell when he realized how commanding he sounded. "I-er, I love you too?" Harry said, although it came out as a question. A small smile crept its way up Draco's face. "Really?" He breathed. Harry nodded. "C-can I kiss you?" Draco asked. Harry nodded, and before he knew it, a pair of slightly chapped lips where on his own.

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